Z-Rated (Chocolate Flava 3)

Joy was shocked, but she didn’t hesitate. She wanted to be the X factor in this sexy equation and La’Shon was giving her an open invitation.

Joy moved across the room and joined the lovers on the bed. Tony deftly removed Joy’s nightshirt, exposing her beautiful body.

“Lie down,” he said to her softly. La’Shon made room as Joy lay on her back. She was about to say something when Tony kissed her lips and said, “Shhhh, no words. Just lie back and enjoy yourself.”

Tony took Joy’s nipple in his mouth and sucked on it gently. A soft moan escaped her lips. La’Shon began to caress Joy’s supple body, kissing her stomach and taking her breath away. Joy squealed and moaned, enjoying the attention she was getting. Then she felt a hot tongue on her pussy. Joy looked down and saw La’Shon smiling up at her. She was between her legs, ready to take the game to a whole new level. Joy responded by putting her hand on La’Shon’s head and moaning loudly as La’Shon took Joy’s clit in her mouth.

Tony knew that this was a special moment and backed away to give the ladies plenty of room. La’Shon flicked her tongue back and forth on Joy’s clit, making her moan and cry out loud. This is what she’d been waiting for, fantasizing about for months. Now, at last, fantasy was reality.

“Oh, yes, baby, yes.” Joy could hardly believe the words coming out of her mouth. La’Shon moved her head faster and sucked Joy’s clit like a baby on a good pacifier.

“Ahhhh, I’m cumming!” Joy screamed.

La’Shon licked and sucked Joy’s pussy until she flooded her mouth with sweetness. Sweat rolled off her forehead, making her face glisten in the candlelight. She was trembling and could hardly catch her breath, but she was so satisfied. Joy was open now and ready for anything.

La’Shon took Joy’s hand and put it on Tony’s stiff dick.

“Would you like some of this?” La’Shon asked.

Now Joy knew she was dreaming. La’Shon was offering her man to her? This fine-ass hunk of chocolate with the redwood dick? This was a trick question, right? A breathy “Yes” was all she could muster the strength to say.

Tony reached into the nightstand and pulled out a Magnum. Joy watched with eager anticipation as Tony slipped the condom onto his dick. The big man positioned himself between Joy’s legs and rubbed the bulbous head of his manhood against her clit. Joy bit her lip and La’Shon rubbed her man’s back as he entered her.

“Oh, my God!” Joy cried. His dick had to be at least three inches around and eight inches long. It felt like it would never stop sliding into her pussy. Joy held on to Tony’s broad shoulders as he fucked her with long, slow, deep strokes.

“Oh, fuck!” Joy cried over and over again. Tony took his time and gave her all the dick she could handle. La’Shon held Joy’s legs in the air as Tony rocked her pussy. This was good. Oh, so good. But Joy wanted more.

“Come here, La’Shon,” Joy breathed. “Sit on my face.”

Now it was La’Shon’s turn to be shocked. She smiled at Joy and quickly did as she was asked. With one smooth motion, La’Shon positioned herself so that her pussy landed right in Joy’s hungry mouth.

“Mmmmm,” Joy moaned as she tasted her friend’s pussy for the first time. She swirled her tongue around La’Shon’s big clit, making her moan and beg for more.

“Yessssss!” cried La’Shon, loving the fact that her girl was eating her pussy.

In that position, the amorous trio licked, sucked, and fucked each other to magnificent orgasms. They were the first of many. That night, La’Shon, Joy, and Tony threw all caution to the wind as they enjoyed each other’s bodies. It was well past daybreak when they collapsed in blissful exhaustion. The noon sun sat high in the sky and found them still sleeping, a tangled mass on the bed. Joy was still smiling from the adventure.

After that night, Joy would no longer have to creep and peek. She was a welcomed addition and formed the third point to a very erotic triangle. As passion grew and lust turned to deeper friendship, La’Shon, Joy, and Tony proved that three really is a magical number.

Big Girls Need Dick, Too

Shane Allison

I had just gotten off work. I was hungry and sleepy as hell, hoping I wouldn’t nod off at the wheel on my long drive back to the sticks. I usually talk to myself, which seems to help in keeping me awake. I was trying to decide what I wanted to eat. On the side of town I was leaving, my choices were fast food and … fast food. If I ate another cheeseburger, another chicken nugget, I was going to seriously hurt somebody.

I’m trying to watch my weight anyway. Every time I look in the mirror I notice my ass getting bigger, a second chin coming in. The only exercise I manage to get is when I’m marching up and down the stadium steps of the movie theater where I work. I figure since I’m too lazy to get off my ass to join a gym, I might as well at least try to eat right, watch what I put in this cute, God-given body of mine. Damn, I miss New York. The two years I was there, I lost a shitload of weight. I walked everywhere and I was on a strict diet of tap water and bologna sandwiches.

Even though I didn’t feel like driving across town, I decided on Larry’s Giant Subs. I had a hankering for one of their infamous, oven-roasted chicken sandwiches. The one on Tennessee Street was closest. When I reached that part of town, the bars and clubs were letting out. Alpha male college boys and scantily dressed college girls stumbled down the strip. Cops and EMTs stood by for the intoxicated. Larry’s wasn’t full, but when I arrived, a few hungry coeds started to file in.

I ordered a six-inch chicken breast sub. I had this fine, brown-skinned brother behind the counter load it up with veggies, spinach, tomatoes, bell peppers, cucumbers, olives, the works, followed by a little salt and pepper and Parmesan cheese. I cheated when I had him draw a single line of mayonnaise along the sandwich to finish it off.

“Would you like to make it a combo, ma’am, or just the sandwich?”

I didn’t want any chips and wasn’t thirsty enough for a drink so I told him just the sandwich. I fished my wallet out of my purse and handed him my debit card. This drunken white boy, with blond hair and bloodshot blue eyes, bumped into me.

“Sorry, baby, my bad,” he said.

First thing that came to mind was, I’m not your baby and get your drunk, date-rapin’ hands off me. But “It’s fine, don’t worry about it” were the words that stumbled out of my mouth instead. I paid for my sandwich and walked out as more and more collegiate baby birds were stumbling in, chirping away about dumb shit that only baby birds chirp about.